Flew a Bird

By catherine poarch

Sun, 10 May 2015
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On a small branch

on a small tree

sat a small bird,

sweet as a cupped hand.

Head to one side,

it was watchful

as the shadows

swept over the land.

All around

was the hopping of magpies

and the gulls,

in a screech

to be heard.

From a small branch

on a small tree,

song unspoken,

song untainted,

small as courage

flew a bird.

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Submitted by london_calling79 on

'Small as courage' - that is a gorgeous simile with so many ripples or meaning. A lovely poem.

 

Submitted by london_calling79 on

'Small as courage' - that is a gorgeous simile with so many ripples of meaning. A lovely poem.

 

Submitted by catherine poarch on

Thanks so much, London calling. Really appreciate your comments. smiley

 

Submitted by catherine poarch on

Thanks so much, London calling. Really appreciate your comments. smiley

 

Submitted by Bee on

Sweet and neat. It appealed to me.

Bee

Submitted by catherine poarch on

Thank you, Bee. Nice to hear from you and hope you have a good week ahead.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Hi, Catherine. Lovely feel to this, nice picture, and somehow a suggestion that watching, noticing, thinking being wise rather than rushing around (hopping and screeching!). Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Just beautiful, Catherine.

Tina

 

Submitted by catherine poarch on

Thank you, Rhiannon and Tina.Yes, I think it's my instinct not to go with the crowd, to keep your own integrity. Really appreciate your comments. x

 

 

Submitted by Deliberately Ev... on

This is beautiful. I really like it a lot. I see the picture in my mind of the scenery all around and the tiny bird taking it all in. This poem had a beautiful rhythm too.

The beat of your heart is the mellifluent rhythm to my soul.

Submitted by catherine poarch on

Thank you so much. It's  a few weeks ago that I put it on so that's really kind of you to comment. smiley

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

This is beautiful Catherine, it felt like watching a scene from my kitchen window and was a joy to read.

You are perceptive to the natural world around you and that comes out in your writing.

Jenny.